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Basildon parkrun

I'd hoped to be able to walk the event as I'd had the visit planned with friends for some time.

It was the perfect morning and the course was more picturesque than I'd imagined it would be.

I enjoyed walking with a lady named Danielle, who was 10 days from her due date, a one eyed dog named Shandy who had been re-homed from a pub and who was very friendly and, I'm told, partial to crisps and beer  and a man named Paul who was the tailwalker and the son in law of some people I know from my local parkrun.

I had a coffee after the event and my knee held out.  Perfect.

The fireworks in the evening were most unwelcome though.